The other week I had people over for some wine and snacks. One of my friends tends to tote a generous wedge of cheese when she comes over — and her selections never disappoint. Her tactic? She tells her cheesemonger that she’s going over to a cheesemonger’s house. And let’s him do the picking.
This time, her blue literally shoved the one I’d purchased off of the cheese board and back into the fridge. Hers, quite simply, deserved center stage.











